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I was born into a box. Wrapped tightly and placed gently. Told to fit. But the box is too small, I cannot contain as my limbs overhang. I am ashamed. I am afraid to grow, to stretch, to exist outside of a dream.
Published 26th Mar 2017
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26th Mar 2017 8:45am
the small dream will expand
till there's no choice but to go;
write words upon the world...
till there's no choice but to go;
write words upon the world...
28th Apr 2017 3:29am
